The Dawning Edge - VII [Action]
[It had been a trying several weeks. He had become a chicken once more, leaving a rather odd assortment of clutter about the apartment from his attempts to open the door. He remembered the joy of being in his youth, unfettered by the responsibilities and burdens that he had taken up in his journey. But most of all, he had seen what he would become, felt and witnessed small glimpses of what could come to pass should he return to his time. What could be...what should be...no, what will be. He would have to make it happen! But as he sat there in the apartment, he felt exhausted emotionally and mentally, and sitting alone in the room was not helping his mood any. Rising to his feet, he pulled on a heavy cloak and scarf before donning his hat. Sword tucked in securely in the belt, Jack strode out into the cold winter air. The chill wind brought his senses back to the fore, bringing him out of his somber mood if only so he could shiver and duck his head further down into his scarf. He padded softly through the snow on the ground towards the path leading to the village and the Good Spirits bar. Nothing would warm the spirits better than some hot tea...and perhaps some sake.]